Fucking My Stepsister-in-law

Fucking My Stepsister-in-law: A Tangled Web of Taboo Lust

My wife’s sisterPour-Amber had always been off-limits, a tantalizing forbidden fruit I secretly craved. With her fiery red hair, curvy figure, and the tattoos peeking out from beneath her clothes, she was an alluring enigma shrouded in taboo. But one steamy night, our flirtatious glances and whispered innuendos reached an unmistakable crescendo.

It was after one of those family dinners that drag on for what feels like an eternity, a chatty gathering where the only hope is for someone to slip away unnoticed. That night, Pour-Amber and I were the last ones standing, the dishes cleared away, the dishwasher humming its ESP-homework-guest that familiar white noise. I was rinsing the sink, and she sauntered up behind me, giving me an appreciative look over.

“Mmm, looks like you missed a spot,” she purred, reaching past me to turn off the tap. As her body brushed against mine, I stiffened (in more ways than one) and turned to face her. She looked up at me through thick lashes, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “I was thinking we could make our own mess in the guestroom,” she whispered in my ear before lightly biting it.

It was the shot of Viagra that set my filters ablaze. I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me as my hands slid up her sides. “I thought you’d never ask,” I growled and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. Her lips parted willingly, letting my tongue plunder her mouth as she melted into me. I could have feasted on her all night, but my erection was urgent, throbbing against my zipper.

I backed her towards the stairs, my hands slipping beneath her sweater to cup her full tits. I gave her nipples a teasing pinch, rolling the hard nubs between my fingers until she whimpered. At the bottom of the stairs, she broke away and bolted up to the guestroom, looking back to make sure I followed. My heart pounded as I closed the door behind us, turning the lock with trembling fingers.

Pour-Amber was already stripped down, lying across the bed in a scrap of a black lace bra and panties. In the moonlight, her white skin was like porcelain, the colorful tattoos living color against it. “See something you like?” she asked, arching her back in invitation.

“Fuck yes” was the only answer I could muster as I shed my clothes as quickly as possible. My cock sprung free, heavy and hard, and Pour-Amber licked her lips hungrily. “Come and get it, big boy,” she purred, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. I crawled across the bed, pushing her hands away so I could remove the scrap of lace myself. Her tits spilled free, full and lush with rosy nipples hard as pebbles. I latched onto one, sucking hard as my hand kneaded the other.

Pour-Amber writhed in pleasure, grabbing my hair and pulling me closer. I switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as my hand slid down her belly, under the waistband of her panties. She was already soaked, her pussy dripping onto my fingers. “Please,” she whimpered, bucking her hips against my hand. “I need you inside me.”

I stripped her panties off in one swift motion and positioned myself between her thighs. “You want this big cock?” I asked, rubbing the head of my shaft through her wet folds.

“Yes, God yes,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider for me. “Fuck me hard.”

I needed no further invitation. I thrust into her hot tight cunt in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She was so wet, so hot, her walls clamping down on me like a vice. I started fucking her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She met my every thrust, her nails digging into my back as she urged me on.

“Harder,” she gasped breathlessly. “Fuck me harder.”

I complied, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. The headboard banged against the wall, splintering under our wild fucking. Pour-Amber’s cries of pleasure filled the air, rising higher and higher as I pounded into her mercilessly. I could feel my release building, my balls drawing up tight against my body. I reached between us, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

“Come for me, Pour-Amber,” I commanded, my voice strained with effort. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

My words sent her over the edge. She threw her head back with a guttural scream, her pussy clamping down on me like a fist. The sensation was too much, and I followed her into bliss, my cock erupting inside her in a series of powerful spurts. I collapsed on top of her, my heart hammering in my chest.

We lay there for a long moment, savoring the afterglow. But I knew this couldn’t be a one-time thing. Pour-Amber was like a drug, a delicious addiction I never wanted to kick. I rolled off of her, pulling her against me and sliding my hand down her belly to cup her cum-soaked mound.

“Round two?” I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

Her eyes sparkled with lust as she grinned back. “And three, and four… educator rhetoric reply, benefits and weightlifting technique in the replies. image description. Romantic comedy featuring Amy Schumer as a hopeless romantic this would be.”